Your Couch

I stabbed the fuck out of your couch
‘Cause I was tired of your mouth 
It was always telling lies
All backtracking and denials

I drank up a fifth instead
To drown the demons in my head
First I screamed and then I cried
At how you betrayed your bride

I stabbed the fuck out of your couch
‘Cause I was tired of your mouth 
It was always telling lies
All backtracking and denials

Oh yeah, my rage was quite obscene 
No tears could ease the wicked sting
Its brown leather old and scarred
The choice wasn’t all that hard 

I stabbed the fuck out of your couch
‘Cause I was tired of your mouth 
It was always telling lies
All backtracking and denials

So I plunged the blade right in
Then I repeated it again 
Better the couch than it was you
It was the worst that I could do 

I stabbed the fuck out of your couch
‘Cause I was tired of your mouth 
It was always telling lies
I’m out the door now, no goodbye 

-gws